I believe that the web survives because of this strange phenomenon where you can see one of my thoughts and become my friend for 45 seconds. You. Wherever you are in relation to me temporally, culturally, financially; regardless of my status, my job title, my choice of clothing or even my general temperament. You don’t know anything about me, save for this one thought that crawled out of the perplexagonal grunt machine that rests behind my eyes.